I managed to find my way to Italy, despite my brief lapse into Abu Dhabi (a city in the middle of the desert, how cool is that?!?!), and I even found my mother at the airport. I'm pretty much a rockstar, I know.
Milano was, by all accounts, disappointing. It was dull and drab and left me feeling uninspired. Perhaps if I ever find the millionaire within I will venture back in the throes of Fashion Week and experience her in all her glory. Perhaps then it won't rain quite as much either... I've heard that Milano is the London of Italy and that the weather is often reminiscent of London's. I should have known what this meant and therefore been prepared for it (having just spent a solid chunk of time in sunnier climes I was unprepared for ten degrees and pouring rain) however London has always been good to me, showing her bright side on all of my visits... Oh well, despite my brief time in Milano, we all know she lives in the lime light!
Verona, by contrast, has been lovely. Despite the Romeo and Juliet kitsch that pervades the city, it's beautiful and relaxed (and blessedly sunny!).
And the Shakespearian throw-backs aren't all bad... legend has it that if you stand under Juliet's balcony and rub the breast of her statue you will find true love. Fear not! I polished her lady lumps thoroughly! I'll keep everyone posted regarding how that works for me...
Tomorrow we're off to Venice. I'm going to try my best to keep mum from falling into the canals (and, on second thought, myself as well) but I can't make any promises. I'm pretty excited to explore the city and am very anxious to get back to Roma too!
ps: no earthquakes to date...
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